Azienda Vinicola Paternoster S.r.l.
About Winery and Wines
Paternoster Family may well be described as a main chapter of Mount Vulture wine making history, as they have been wine growers since last century. It all started from “Grand Pa” Anselmo decision to keep alive the noble art of wine producing inherited from his father. In 1925 (the date is still visible on family historical cellar doorway) he chose to sell bottled Aglianico, which, up to that moment, he just vinificated for domestic and friendly purposes. This date is crucially relevant both for Winery and Family’s history. Since then, every single member jealously started saving each vintage labels, pictures and wine making traditional tools. Unaware Grand Pa Anselmo gave life to a reputable three generations family business today absolutely complied with tradition, historical epoch, local sites and natural ecosystem. Annual production stands around a fixed quantity of 150.000 bottles in order to grant constant quality standards to medium–high range consumers. Numerous awards and specialized press issues have recognized Paternoster central role as major promoters of Aglianico del Vulture, as well as testimonials of the whole wine making area. Commercial success and fame have not influenced company’s beliefs and original commitments: a deep link with Basilicata, namely Barile, an ancient and important centre for Aglianico del Vulture production. Here the “Cantine” sites, a still visible amazing cluster of more than 100 tufaceous secular cellars, reveal the unforgettable family’s seal carved on to the initial steps of local Vulture wine making.
evere, silently anguish and fidgeting, a neglected volcano darkly embossed over a magic land’s horizon offering a nostalgic glimpse of small villages steeples, prayer songs, season soils rotation and first industrial shudders. Enchanting Vulture is considered the natural parent of a symbol wine which is the holy fruit of a blessed, eternal and generously lush nature. Aglianico del Vulture is our country mirror, fully resembling its land of origin. It bounds a generous and hidden region resting, just like a precious stone, between Tirrenian and Ionian seas, crossed by five rivers and deeply marked by green borderies recalling painful memories. Holy red fruit bleeding and pulsing as into humans’ veins, recalling passionate men and women once strolling along narrow countryside different trails similar and unlike, just like wine floating into barrels. Sacred red grape enticingly stunning: its name is Aglianico. It tastes fiercely vigorous, its sips tell a story of south boundless skies, smoky burnt firewood, juicy fermenting grapes, damp caves fostering and cradling young wine ready to broach.